Gas station attendant......Bless your heart......

I'm sure most of you reading this have been in this situation more than once......picture this.....

You walk into a gas station in the hopes of getting in and getting out with whatever you came to get in tote and going back to your car.....however, it's never that easy. You see there are several people in front of you....and then the attendant...behind the counter....in her own world. Usually....11 times out of 10....she is on the phone....as the line grows and grows and grows....along with my nerves. I take several deep breaths...and try to concentrate...but SHE KEEPS MAKING ME LOSE FOCUS OF NOT GOING POSTAL!!!! Moving at half the speed of a snail.....I find myself wanting to jump over the counter and force feed her cell phone to her. WHERE ARE THE MANAGERS????? Seriously? How is that okay? And why do WE, as customers, never say anything.....like, "Here's a thought for you, why don't you do your job???" Call me crazy, but I don't think that bending over to get that guy's pack of Kool's is rocket science...and neither is handing me the pen to sign my credit card slip!!! JUST HAND IT TO ME ALREADY!!!! And how many times does it take to ring up a pack of gum? I'll tell you how many times it takes her.....4 TIMES....b/c the story on the other end of her line kept getting better and better.....I found myself praying to God...to please please dear Lord....just give me patience.....patience.....I just need.....JUST RING UP MY GUM, HAND ME THE PEN AND GIVE ME MY RECEIPT!!!!! And then....how dare you thank me for my patience....knowing good and well the thoughts that were running through my head. Oh, and that remark you made to your 'friend'? I heard that.....and I'll be patient when it doesn't take you 10 minutes to ring me up a stinking piece of gum.....